Although both men had their heads lowered, Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense swept over them, allowing him to clearly see the hatred flickering in their eyes beneath their lowered heads.
It made sense. They were both middle-aged men in their thirties or forties, yet they had hugged each other and cried on the main road. Even if few people had seen them and they had not run into any acquaintances, it was still utter social death.
Thus, Chen Mo, the instigator, became the target of their resentment. Given the chance, they would definitely grind him into dust.
Unfortunately, Chen Mo's strength was not something they could contend with. While the two were still plotting in their hearts, he stepped forward. Without waiting for an answer or allowing them to react, he kicked each of their acupoints and injected a trace of True Essence into them, rendering them unable to move.
When the two Strongmen sensed something wrong with their bodies and tried to stand, they still could not move. Their hearts immediately turned to ashes. Once a Master had acted, any thought of resistance from two Ants like them was pure fantasy.
The thought of taking revenge when the opportunity arose, which had just been in their hearts, vanished. In its place came overwhelming fear!
Yes, fear. It was like standing at the edge of an abyss. When their own bodies were beyond their control and controlled by an enemy, that fear rose from the depths of their hearts.
Chen Mo paid no attention to the rich expressions on their faces. He grabbed one in each hand, lifted them up, and tossed them into the trunk of his car.
Looking at the spacious trunk, he felt rather satisfied. It was large enough that the two Strongmen did not look cramped inside